Short Perceptor/Verity fic
Title: Science Project
Author: mkinked
Summary: Verity becomes acquainted with the transmat reduction beam. And Perceptor is clearly an opportunist.
Characters/Pairings: IDW Perceptor/Verity
Ratings/Warning: NC-17, het, sticky, rough, slight bondage, pwp, xeno
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I making any profit by writing this.
I hope I'm doing this right... -3-
The fic is nothing special; just something short and sweet.
The human struggled against her binds, seeking the edge of the berth for leverage as her body jostled with every powerful thrust. This was her ‘punishment’ for sneaking into his laboratory, for tampering with his transmat reduction beam; she wouldn’t be in her current predicament, had she just left it alone. Of course, at that moment-being impaled by several feet of hard alien steel-Verity was in no condition to complain about becoming Perceptor’s new science project.
She watched in awe as the mech’s slender frame grazed the inside of her thighs, and how his dark hand firmly gripped the supple flesh. The sniper offered Verity a rather ominous smile as he drove deeper, eliciting a strained groan from her throat as he touched all the right spots.
“Perceptor…”
The woman could feel her orgasm build-and so could he, for his pace increased and his thrusts became sharper and more precise; his expression neutralized as he concentrated on the pleasure flooding his systems.
Her inner walls soon clamped around his length, causing her to yelp in pain as the metal plates lining the underside of the phallus flared out, scraping along the sensitive lining. Perceptor disregarded the scent of blood and tightened his grip, his handsome features contorting in bliss as he filled her womb with his potent seed.
The mech emitted a low rumble of satisfaction; his hands loosening their hold as he withdrew. He looked to the machines he had attached to the human, taking mental notes of their readings. “What’s the verdict, Brainiac?” Perceptor returned his gaze to Verity: “You are going to die.”
“You’re lying.”
“I am.”